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ed of a knife wound received from a point within the Pattern； I turned and took a giant step back within my mind for an instant replay of the events which had brought me to this point of peculiar revelation。 I had learned so many new things recently that the occurrences of the past few years seemed almost to constitute a different story than they had while I was living them。 Now this new possibility and a number of things it implied had just shifted the perspective again。
I had not even been aware of my name when I had awakened in Greenwood； that private hospital in upstate New York where I had spent two totally blank weeks subsequent to my accident。 It was only recently that I had been told that the accident itself had been engineered by my brother Bleys； immediately following my escape from the Porter Sanitarium in Albany。 I got this story from my brother Brand； who had railroaded me into Porter in the first place； by means of fake psychiatric evidence。 At Porter； I had been subjected to electroshock therapy over the span of several days； results ambiguous but presumably involving the return of a few memories。 Apparently； this was what had scared Bleys into making the attempt on my life at the time of my escape； shooting out a couple of my tires on a curve above a lake。 This doubtless would have resulted in my death； had Brand not been a step behind Bleys and out to protect his insurance investment； me。 He said he had gotten word to the cops； dragged me out of the lake； and administered first aid until help arrived。 Shortly after that； he was captured by his former partners … Bleys and our sister Fiona … who confined him in a guarded tower in a distant place in Shadow。
There had been two cabals； plotting and counterplotting after the throne； treading on one another's heels； breathing down one another's necks； and doing anything else to one another that might suggest itself at that range。 Our brother Eric； backed by brothers Julian and Caine； had been preparing to take the throne； long left vacant by the unexplained absence of our father； Oberon。 Unexplained to Eric； Julian； and Caine； that is。 To the other group； consisting of Bleys； Fiona； and … formerly … Brand； it was not unexplained because they were responsible for it。 They had arranged for this state of affairs to e into being in order to open the way for Bleys's accession to the throne。 But Brand had mitted a tactical error in attempting to obtain Caine's assistance in their play for the throne； in that Caine decided a better deal obtained in upholding Eric's part。 This left Brand under close scrutiny； but did not immediately result in the betrayal of his partners' identities。 At about that time； Bleys and Fiona decided to employ their secret allies against Eric。 Brand had demurred in this； fearing the strength of those forces； and as a result had been rejected by Bleys and Fiona。 With everyone on his back then； he had sought to upset the balance of powers pletely by journeying to the shadow Earth where Eric had left me to die centuries before。 It was only later that Eric had learned that I had not died but was possessed of total amnesia； which was almost as good； had set sister Flora to watch over my exile； and hoped that that was the last of it。 Brand later told me he had gotten me mitted to Porter in a desperate move to restore my memory as a preliminary to my return to Amber。
While Fiona and Bleys had been dealing with Brand； Eric had been in touch with Flora。 She had arranged for my transfer to Greenwood from the clinic to which the police had taken me； with instructions to keep me narcotized； while Eric began arrangements for his coronation in Amber。 Shortly thereafter； our brother Random's idyllic existence in Texorami was broken when Brand managed to send him a message outside the normal family channels … i。e。； the Trumps … requesting deliverance。 While Random； who was blissfully nonpartisan in the power struggle； was about this business； I managed to deliver myself from Greenwood； still relatively unmemoried。 Having obtained Flora's address from Greenwood's frightened director； I betook myself to her place in Westchester； engaged in some elaborate bluffing； and moved in as a house guest。 Random； in the meantime； had been less than successful in his attempt to rescue Brand。 Slaying the snaky warden of the tower； he had had to flee its inner guards； utilizing one of the region's strangely mobile rocks。 The guards； a hardy band of not quite human guys； had succeeded in pursuing him through Shadow； however； a feat normally impossible for most non…Amberites。 Random had fled then to the shadow Earth where I was guiding Flora along the paths of misunderstanding while attempting to locate the proper route to enlightenment as to my own circumstances。 Crossing the continent in response to my assurance that he would be under my protection。 Random had e believing that his pursuers were my own creatures。 When I helped him destroy them he was puzzled but unwilling to raise the issue while I seemed engaged in some private maneuver throneward。 In fact； he had easily been tricked into conveying me back to Amber through Shadow。
This venture had proved beneficial in some respects while much less satisfactory in others。 When I had finally revealed the true state of my personal situation； Random and our sister Deirdre； whom we had encountered along the way； conducted me to Amber's mirror city within the sea； Rebma。 There I had walked the image of the Pattern and recovered the bulk of my memories as a result … thereby also settling the issue as to whether I was the real Corwin or merely one of his shadows。 From Rebma I had traveled into Amber； utilizing the power of the Pattern to effect an instantaneous journey home。 After fighting an inconclusive duel with Eric； I had fled via the Trumps into the keeping of my beloved brother and would…be assassin； Bleys。
I joined with Bleys in an attack on Amber； a mismanaged affair which we had lost。 Bleys vanished during the final engagement； under circumstances which looked likely to prove fatal but； the more that I learned and thought about it； probably had not。 This left me to bee Eric's prisoner and an unwilling party to his coronation； after which he had had me blinded and locked away。 A few years in the dungeons of Amber had seen a regeneration of my eyes； in direct proportion to the deterioration of my state of mind。 It was only the accidental appearance of Dad's old adviser Dworkin； worse off mentally than myself； which had led to a way of escape。
After that； I set about recovering and I resolved to be more prudent the next time I went after Eric。 I journeyed through Shadow toward an old land where I had once reigned … Avalon … with plans to obtain there a substance of which I alone among Amberites was aware； a chemical unique in its ability to undergo detonation in Amber。 En route； I had passed through the land of Lorraine； there encountering my old exiled Avalonian general Ganelon； or someone very much like him。 I remained because of a wounded knight； a girl； and a local menace peculiarly similar to a thing occurring in the vicinity of Amber herself … a growing black circle somehow related to the black road our enemies